Luyện nghe bài hát Blowe

Hey baby, me something to drink in here
Please sit down and watch a TV

Yo they comin', crazy but I know it they comin'
Maybe, not lately I it coming I knew it, they comin'
This just in President, I
Jim, Jimmy, wake up, Jimmy
Only the can save, 5.99 no obligation
Let me start to rock mic
Now the bear hybernates
And, and what was going through your mind now

at these weak MC's getting G's
Never wore BVD's or bellbottom Lees
Please, with these fantisies you selliing keys
When you know you bees in front of the TV grilled cheese
On your knees you know my
Kris is nice these M-I-Cs

I'm Poison like BBD the plot thickens while I be
And lyric lickin', flippin' any mix and over the
And cable clippin', sickenin'
Even some people ain't admitting
they system I keeps it kickin'
And the scale I pay tuiton not bail
Drink water not ale, my MC Hammer hits it right on the
I can't fail my 7 stripes

Strike one pierces the lung the drum MC's become dumb
Like "um?" They numb, bite the tongue over the bass
I am D the MC like Run, lyrics for fun
And for a sum of the crumb
You missed when you swung, I whole hum
one done underestimated KRS-One, yeah, so

Say
If you really want skill
Say
If you want the hip hop to
Say
I'll be rockin' all round
You better cool the F out we go up in your mouth

It's just begun to bubble, spells trouble
On the mic soon is no double
I emerge from under the
Count the truth poetic construction, abduction
Showbiz production for wack lyric
And fly rhyme

Keep the hoppin'
Keep the DJs from the orthodox
Non Xerox hip hop box
It was dope first crack out the box Scott LaRock
How MC's are washed up like socks
makes the heads nod

Say
If you really true skill
Say
If you want the hip hop to
Say
be rockin' all year round
You better cool the F out we go up in your mouth

KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet
KRS-One, yes my son
Tweet tweet,
You know they can't compete, that right
No
You cool the F out before we go up in your mouth

When it's my turn, kid, at what you done did
my head is dreadable, you edible
I kick incredible shit for my
I'm jackin' these me so sue and stretch like bobbito overloops
While you sittin' on stoops I'm mics for U.S. troops in group
You screwed up, oops, I can a true crook
I read a new book

I'm hooked on hip hop
at the tip top lyrical structure
Floatin' a soap bubble that you don't wann puncture
Or rupture, I write what I utter, mother mother
There's too many of us dying trying and not doin'
Not suceeding still pursueing, you doing?
you doing? What you doing?

The session is departed on schedule
I beg you lookover my lyrical menu
What can't do I can do
Enhancing 7 levels of mental
I dismantel stress, you're listening to the advanced best
qualified to administer any MC test
Stop guessin,' class is in full
Now showbiz 'em how